I wrote it in tiny letters so you wouldn't see it
the piano and violin playing
from the other room
I thought you were sleeping

the night made from darkness
collapsed on us
frightened

my heart somewhere next to you
will I see you tomorrow
probably no
I hope so

everywhere I look
I try to find you

no messages
saying hello

my heart was tired
cigarette ashes on my shirt

I play angry
the song so melancholy

everyone telling me
who hurt you

my heart dying

supine
you told me lies

gentle bird of the wilderness,
summer shore of rust
and gold,

the sky with her swift clouds of mist,
her blue-greys,
and her stormy wings,
beyond beautiful.

with all the strength of my
heart, i open the stormy
door of your love,
i cry and cry to find you,

a rough wind that blows with
your storm, aches and
gives way,

your ghosts the quietest
of stars.